Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"...Then I don't know, but I am not the only one who was born of mixed race. Besides Kemingting Town, children whose parents are unknown because of the war in the border area more than ten years ago will also be transported here , was adopted or sent to an orphanage." Kunna spread her hands, "In order to protect these orphans who were unfortunately abandoned in the war, the Federation is very strict on relevant reports... That's what I said, but I think you are a child. Isn't it too much? Do you really understand what I'm talking about?"

Hugo used that excuse again: "We come from Port Yardley."

It's an unreasonable but surprisingly useful reason.

Kunna nodded: "So I wish you a happy holiday in Kemingting Town. If you have any questions, remember to go to the police uncle."

She patted Hugo on the head, stood up and walked towards the school gate.

"Wait a minute!" Hugo called to stop her, "Big sister, leave a contact information?"

Kunna handed over a business card: "Happy Cemetery, everyone is welcome to visit at any time. There is no need to buy tickets, but there will be a bed fee for visiting with corpses."

"That's it, look forward to seeing you next time!"

"..."

"Wow." Erica looked at her back and pulled Hugo's sleeve and said, "Is this the feeling of being close to the capital star? It is indeed different from the time in Port Yarplay."

Hugo looked sideways: Are you afraid that you also have some wonderful misunderstandings about Capital Star?

**

Azathoth fell asleep until he woke up naturally, it was already the next morning.

He opened his eyes from the bed in the master bedroom of the Ford Hill mansion, walked barefoot to the window and opened the heavy velvet cloth, and what he saw was a few centimeters of flat snow and crystal trees on the treetops in the garden. tree hanging.

But this picture is completely different from the scene on Desolate Star.The former is a dark green plant like a Christmas tree, colorful villa roofs with different specifications like a jigsaw puzzle, a clear blue sky and innocent smiling faces of children, while the latter is gray fog and bottomless sea water. , frozen snowfields and dilapidated building wreckage.

It's hard to say which one Azathoth prefers, he stared silently at the scenery outside the window for a while, thinking about the dialogue in his dream.After a while, Igor knocked on the door and walked in: "Are you awake? Hugo took Erica out to order breakfast just now. If you have anything you want to buy, I'll send them a message now."

"It's nothing." Azathoth looked away from the warm and beautiful scenery of the fairy tale world, sighed softly, and then took the initiative, "Let's go for a walk in the yard."

"Huh? Good." Although I didn't know what happened, Igor quickly responded, and he put the mobile terminal in his hand aside, "I don't know if you have seen today's news, the Zerg published it on Starnet made a statement that you were them..."

"Wait a minute, we'll talk about that later." Azathoth interrupted him, and led the people to the pine and cypress tree beside the snowy courtyard wall.The black-haired and black-eyed god looked closely at the ground under his feet, with a little confusion in his expression: "Igor, do you think the snow in Kemingting is different from that on Desolate Star?"

Igor frowned blankly, raised his hand and touched the branch protruding above his head, and the pure white snow immediately shattered and fell on his shoulders.

"... What is the difference you mean?" After pondering for two or three seconds, he tentatively replied, patting his shoulders, "As far as I know, the air pollution in Kemingting Town has been relatively serious in recent years, but because of the It is close to the capital and is a holiday destination for many rich and powerful, and many factories that complement the local industry have been continuously expanding..."

"Shh - it shouldn't be these, it has nothing to do with other people." Azathoth took a step forward, staring at him and making a silent gesture.

"I just thought, 'Your existence also implies my existence', maybe the 'I' in the dream is right. Igor, this snow fell for you, because you appeared on the deserted star I only dream when I’m on the snowy field.” “What, what?” Igor stammered abruptly, “You, you mean…”

As he spoke, he moved his steps and wanted to step back a little, but he didn't want a tentacle to come out and wrap around his ankle, and then he walked up the straight suit pants all the way to the shoulder.Azathoth didn't think about anything, but the tentacles pulled Igor's straight tie a little, revealing the messy collar of his shirt and the shadow cast by a small collarbone on his neck.

"Sir...?" Igor almost didn't react, he half-raised his head and swallowed nervously.The moment the tentacle stretched out, he kicked it reflexively, but the familiar cold and smooth touch reminded him of the situation at the moment, and made his slight resistance collapse at the touch of a finger.The gray-haired young man suddenly took a deep breath, and a large white mist appeared between the faces of the two during the breathing, making Azathoth's focused expression appear hazy.

"Don't move." He heard the god say gently, "This angle is convenient for me to observe."

Igor: "..."

He felt that his brain must have been congested - what is there to observe!

The distance between the two of them alone was too close, and the inexplicable tension dominated Igor's movements.He flinched subconsciously, tensing the muscles in his shoulders and leaning back, as if squeezing himself directly into the tentacles.

Azathoth blocked all his way of retreat.

"...It's so beautiful." The god said in a low voice, staring intently at Igor's bright red eyes, and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the back of the other's head for easier viewing, inserting his five fingers into the dark gray hair , feeling the vigorous vitality and the feeling of heat beating at the fingertips, "There has never been such a color on the desolate star. Maybe this is why I want to see it again..."

Behold the sight of these eyes shrouded in misty mist.

The unfallen sweat and tears were condensed on the eyelashes, reflecting pearl-like light, making Igor's pupils seem to contain a deep ocean, surging waves that no one else could see.

But at the same time, Azathoth found himself completely unwilling to see Igor get hurt.He recalled the sour and low emotional taste that occasionally flooded along the connection between the relatives, and his stomach suddenly declared his presence on fire again.

The long-lost hunger made him dizzy for a while.Azathoth withdrew his hand from Igor's hair, and gently brushed the blushing eartips of the other party, like a person who approached delicious food but didn't know how to speak, with the desire to analyze some profound world problems The expression carefully and accurately dissected the human being in front of him inch by inch, until Igor couldn't bear to squeeze the tentacle sticking to his skin, and asked intermittently:

"Sir, you, what exactly do you want to see..."

The back door of the villa was suddenly opened with a bang.

Hugo walked over angrily: "Is it over? Not yet? I worked so hard to collect information, but you two are producing dog food here?"

Igor: "..."

Azathoth's tentacles disappeared instantly.He straightened up and took two steps back to glance at Hugo, his throat was dry because of hunger and his voice was hoarse: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it has something to do with it! Please also think about the bionics who don't have human rights!"

Hugo pointed to Igor: "If the two of you are together, in the eyes of others, father number one."

Then Azathoth: "Father Number Two."

"So what am I? A son conceived by the two of you through spiritual communication?!"

"Why should I recognize two more fathers as soon as I come back from the house? It's not a high school play house game. It's not fair!"

As a bionic person, you think too far... Why don't you change your hair color and eye color now, maybe you can reduce some misunderstandings.

Hugo's thinking was so weird that Igor, who was arranging his clothes, looked at it for a long time and forgot to refute the hypothesis of "if you two are together".He changed the subject after a while and asked, "Sorry, so what did you find?"

"It's a big sister named Kunna." Erica poked her head out from behind Hugo and whispered.

"This person." Hugo projected Kunna's photo with a cold face, "I didn't have a last name when I introduced myself, but I found something very interesting."

Side by side to the left of Kunna's photo is the face of another young male.

"His name is Richard Tullham. He was originally Marshal Sullivan's adjutant. At the beginning of this year, he submitted the evidence of 'Marshal Igor Sullivan's possible treason' to the Federal Prosecutor's Office. Three months later, he was transferred to the current station. Under the name of Marshal Gunger, the general of the border, but he has not officially gone to take up his post until today."

"A simple data comparison can be found - the similarity of Charlie Tolem and Kunna's facial features is as high as 82.6%, although their hair color and eye color are different."

"So I made a reasonable guess," Hugo said slowly, "Kunna is likely to have a direct blood relationship with Mr. Charlie Tullham."